Tuesday, December 29, 2009

जीवन संघर्ष --- संघर्ष जीवन

आँख खुली है जबसे
हुआ शुरू जीवन संघर्ष

रो-रोकर चिल्लाकर
भूख मिटाने का संघर्ष

गिडते-पड़ते नाक तोड़कर
चलना सीखे कर संघर्ष

आधी नींद मे सवेरे उठकर
पढ़ने जाने में संघर्ष

ज्ञानार्जन की किसे फ़िक्र थी
अव्वल आने का संघर्ष

खेल-कूद मे भी होता था
जीत कर आने का संघर्ष

बड़े हुए तो पता लगा की
अभी तो शुरू हुआ नही संघर्ष

क्या इच्छा है क्या है आशा
पता लगाना भी संघर्ष

स्वयं की आकांक्षाओं, अन्य की अपेक्षाओं
पे खरा उतरने का संघर्ष

अर्थार्जन कर अपने पैरो पे
खड़े होने में है संघर्ष

कौन हितैषी कौन विद्वेषी
पता लगाना है संघर्ष

'क्या-क्यों-कैसे-' के तूफ़ानों से
लड़ते रहे करते संघर्ष

अपने लिए तो सब जीतें हैं
औरों के लिए जीना है संघर्ष

कौन है तू, और क्यो आया है
चहुँओर घुमाती जिज्ञासा कराती संघर्ष

सच है यह कोई दोमत नहीं
पग-पग पर करना है संघर्ष

पर है एक तथ्य यह भी सही
संघर्ष-रहित जीवन, जीवन नहीं

जल का महत्व समझा है वही
तपती धूप मे भटका जो कहीं

सोने मे चमक कभी आती नही
अगर अग्नि उसे जलाती नहीं

मानव रह जाता आदिमानव ही
यदि सतत-संघर्ष करता नहीं

अंततः सिर्फ़ कहना है यही
कि संघर्ष-रहित जीवन, जीवन नहीं

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

सरफरोशी की तमन्ना

सरफरोशी की तमन्ना अब हमारे दिल में है,
देखना है जोर कितना बाजुए कातिल में है ।

करता नहीं क्यों दुसरा कुछ बातचीत,
देखता हूँ मैं जिसे वो चुप तेरी महफिल मैं है ।

रहबर राहे मौहब्बत रह न जाना राह में
लज्जत-ऐ-सेहरा नवर्दी दूरिये-मंजिल में है ।

यों खड़ा मौकतल में कातिल कह रहा है बार-बार
क्या तमन्ना-ए-शहादत भी किसी के दिल में है ।

ऐ शहीदे-मुल्को-मिल्लत मैं तेरे ऊपर निसार
अब तेरी हिम्मत का चर्चा ग़ैर की महफिल में है ।

वक्त आने दे बता देंगे तुझे ऐ आसमां,
हम अभी से क्या बतायें क्या हमारे दिल में है ।

खींच कर लाई है सब को कत्ल होने की उम्मींद,
आशिकों का जमघट आज कूंचे-ऐ-कातिल में है ।

सरफरोशी की तमन्ना अब हमारे दिल में है,
देखना है जोर कितना बाजुए कातिल में है ।

-----------राम प्रसाद बिस्मिल

पुष्प की अभिलाषा

चाह नहीं मैं सुरबाला के
गहनों में गूँथा जाऊँ

चाह नहीं, प्रेमी-माला में
बिंध प्यारी को ललचाऊँ

चाह नहीं, सम्राटों के शव
पर हे हरि, डाला जाऊँ

चाह नहीं, देवों के सिर पर
चढ़ूँ भाग्य पर इठलाऊँ

मुझे तोड़ लेना वनमाली
उस पथ पर देना तुम फेंक

मातृभूमि पर शीश चढ़ाने
जिस पर जावें वीर अनेक ।।

- माखनलाल चतुर्वेदी

Friday, November 20, 2009

A thousand desires such as these, हज़ारों ख्वाहिशें ऐसी

A thousand desires such as these
A thousand moments to set this night on fire
Reach out and you can touch them
You can touch them with your silences
You can reach them with your lust
Rivers mountains rain
Rain against a torrid hill’s cape
A thousand
A thousand desires such as these

I loved rain as a child
As a lost young man
Empty landscapes
Bleached by a tired sun
And then
And then suddenly it came
Like a dark unknown woman
Her eyes scorched my silences
Her body wrapped itself around me
Like a summer without end

Pause me hold me reach me
Where no man has gone
Crossing the seven seas
With the wings of fire
I fly towards nowhere
And you
Rivers mountains rain
Rain against a scorched landscape of pain

- From the Hazaaron Khwaishien Aisi Soundtrack

हज़ारों ख्वाहिशें ऐसी....

हज़ारों ख्वाहिशें ऐसी कि हर ख्वाहिश पे दम निकले,
बहुत निकले मेरे अरमान लेकिन फिर भी कम निकले.

निकलना खुल्द से आदम का सुनते हैं आये हैं लेकिन,
बहुत बेआबरू होकर तेरे कूंचे से हम निकले.

मुहब्बत में नहीं है फर्क जीने और मरने का,
उसी को देखकर जीते हैं, जिस काफिर पे दम निकले.

खुदा के वास्ते पर्दा ना काबे से उठा जालिम,
कहीं ऐसा ना हो, यां भी वही काफिर सनम निकले.

कहाँ मैखाने का दरवाज़ा "ग़ालिब" और कहाँ वाइज़,
पर इतना जानते हैं, कल वो आता था के हम निकले.


     --- मिर्ज़ा  ग़ालिब

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

हम पंछी उन्मुक्त गगन के

हम पंछी उन्मुक्त गगन के
पिंजरबद्ध न गा पाऍंगे
कनक-तीलियों से टकराकर
पुलकित पंख टूट जाऍंगे ।

हम बहता जल पीनेवाले
मर जाऍंगे भूखे-प्यासे
कहीं भली है कटुक निबोरी
कनक-कटोरी की मैदा से ।

स्वर्ण-श्रृंखला के बंधन में
अपनी गति, उड़ान सब भूले
बस सपनों में देख रहे हैं
तरू की फुनगी पर के झूले ।

ऐसे थे अरमान कि उड़ते
नील गगन की सीमा पाने
लाल किरण-सी चोंच खोल
चुगते तारक-अनार के दाने ।

होती सीमाहीन क्षितिज से
इन पंखों की होड़ा-होड़ी
या तो क्षितिज मिलन बन जाता
या तनती सॉंसों की डोरी ।

नीड़ न दो, चाहे टहनी का
आश्रय छिन्न-भिन्न कर डालो
लेकिन पंख दिए हैं तो
आकुल उड़ान में विघ्न न डालो ।

---शिवमंगल सिंह सुमन
Try and penetrate with our limited means the secrets of nature and you will find that, behind all the discernible concatenations, there remains something subtle, intangible and inexplicable. Veneration for this force beyond anything that we can comprehend is my religion. To that extent I am, in point of fact, religious.
Albert Einstein

Friday, September 4, 2009

O Captain ..my Captain

O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

A Dream within a dream

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand -
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep - while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow -
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

--Edgar-Allan-Poe

Ode on Solitude

How happy he, who free from care
The rage of courts, and noise of towns;
Contented breathes his native air,
In his own grounds.

Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,
Whose flocks supply him with attire,
Whose trees in summer yield him shade,
In winter fire.

Blest! who can unconcern'dly find
Hours, days, and years slide swift away,
In health of body, peace of mind,
Quiet by day,

Sound sleep by night; study and ease
Together mix'd; sweet recreation,
And innocence, which most does please,
With meditation.

Thus let me live, unheard, unknown;
Thus unlamented let me die;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie.

-- Alexander Pope

Thursday, July 23, 2009

अगर रख सको तो एक निशानी हूँ मैं,
खो दो तो सिर्फ एक कहानी हूँ मैं,
रोक पाए न जिसको ये सारी दुनिया,
वोह एक बूँद आँख का पानी हूँ मैं...
सबको प्यार देने की आदत है हमें,
अपनी अलग पहचान बनाने की आदत है हमे,
कितना भी गहरा जख्म दे कोई,
उतना ही ज्यादा मुस्कराने की आदत है हमें..
इस अजनबी दुनिया में अकेला ख्वाब हूँ मैं,
सवालो से खफा छोटा सा जवाब हूँ मैं,
जो समझ न सके मुझे, उनके लिए "कौन"
जो समझ गए उनके लिए खुली किताब हूँ मैं,
आँख से देखोगे तो खुश पाओगे,
दिल से पूछोगे तो दर्द का सैलाब हूँ मैं...
"अगर रख सको तो निशानी, खो दो तो सिर्फ एक कहानी हूँ मैं

Sunday, July 19, 2009

मोको कहा ढूंढे रे बन्दे

मोको कहा ढूंढे रे बन्दे मैं तो तेरे पास में
ना तीरथ में ना मूरत में, ना एकांत निवास में
ना मंदिर में ना मस्जिद में, ना काबे कैलास में
मैं तो तेरे पास में बन्दे, मैं तो तेरे पास में
ना मैं जप में ना मैं तप में, ना बरत उपास में
ना मैं किरिया करम में रहता, नाही जोग सन्यास में
नाही प्राण में, नाही पिंड में, ना ब्रह्माण्ड आकास में
ना मैं मैं प्रकुति प्रवर गुफा में , नाही स्वासों की स्वास में
खोजी होए तुरत मिल जाऊ, इक पल की तलास में
कहत कबीर सुनो भाई साधो, मै तो हु विश्वास में

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

No matter what you know

No matter what you know,
someone is always wanting to correct you,
to sell you a list of goods,
from the shop marked 'authority'.
All the 'authorities' got
frozen into stone
years ago after the great flood
wiped out original knowledge,
and left behind only these granite shadows.
Reality is always soft clay,
ever shifting and changing its shape.
Fire it into form, and
at the very moment
you are hailing it as final truth
it will break in your hands.

---- Dorothy Walters

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Poems that define the path integral of my life !

Where the mind is without fear

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls;
Where words come out from the depth of truth;
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection;
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit;
Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening thought and action…
Into that heaven of freedom, my father, let my country awake.

----------- Rabindranath Tagore


The Road not taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

------ Robert Frost

IF

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream–and not make dreams your master,
If you can think–and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings–nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And–which is more–you’ll be a Man, my son!

--Rudyard Kipling

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

-- Robert Frost

Dont Quit

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all up hill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but don't you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As everyone of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don't give up, though the pace seems slow -
You might succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victor's cup.
And he learned too late, when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out -
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt -
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems afar;
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit -
It's when things seem worst that you mustn't quit.

I-a universe of atoms,an atom in the universe

I-a universe of atoms,an atom in the universe

There are the rushing waves
mountains of molecules
each stupidly minding its own business
trillions apart
yet forming white surf in unison.

Ages on ages
before any eyes could see
year after year
thunderously pounding the shore as now.
For whom, for what?
On a dead planet
with no life to entertain.

Never at rest
tortured by energy
wasted prodigiously by the sun
poured into space.
A mite makes the sea roar.

Deep in the sea
all molecules repeat
the patterns of another
till complex new ones are formed.
They make others like themselves
and a new dance starts.

Growing in size and complexity
living things
masses of atoms
DNA, protein
dancing a pattern ever more intricate.

Out of the cradle
onto dry land
here it is standing:
atoms with consciousness;
matter with curiosity.

Stands at the sea, wondering: I
a universe of atoms
an atom in the universe.

- Richard Feynman
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